"Oh, duck, what's the matter?" Zhuang Yan answered the phone, concise and refreshing.

This is obviously not the tone that the predecessor should have, the predecessor was a withdrawn and introverted otaku, even in the face of his own small hair, his tone should be a little shy.

Zhuang Yan originally wanted to imitate the tone of his predecessor and not be noticed by the duck, but after thinking about it, he had already decided to stay here permanently, and there was no need to disguise it anymore.

Apparently, the duck also noticed the difference in his good friend's tone, "Ah Yan, what's happened to you lately?"

"There's nothing to do, I've been looking for a job lately, but I can't find it, so it seems that I can only serve dishes in the future. Zhuang Yan didn't want to dwell too much on this issue.

"Looking for a job, don't you aspire to be a literati?" the duck was a little surprised.

"People, you must live first, and then have ideals. Zhuang Yan said with a smile.

The duck paused on the other end of the phone, "I called you two days ago, you were still so negative that I was still worried about you, and now it seems that it is okay, I have to go back to Jinling once a week, and we will meet then." ”

"Okay, got it. ”

After speaking, the two hung up the phone, Zhuang Yan only has the memory of the predecessor, but has no feelings of the predecessor, and there is really nothing to say to the duck.

But this duck is really a friend enough, seeing that the predecessor is depressed, and he is still worried about him in the field.

However, the predecessor himself was not angry, stayed at home, and made himself die suddenly.

Thinking of sudden death, Zhuang Yan looked at his body, which was one meter eighty-two tall and had no ruler at hand, this data was taken out of memory.

But the height of 1.82 meters is only less than 60 kilograms, lying flat on the bed, you can see the ribs exposed in the abdomen, Zhuang Yan himself feels a little panicked when he looks at it.

Fortunately, his appearance is delicate, his skin is fair, and his eyes are big and bright, but because he is too thin, he is not handsome.

"Find a time to exercise, otherwise you may die suddenly like your predecessor. ”

But Zhuang Yan looked at a few bags of instant noodles on the table, and couldn't help but be a little deflated, with such food, if he went out to exercise, he might die on the road while running.

The rental house has a small window, through which he can see the street scene outside that is not bustling, and the place where he lives now is a community called Ginkgo Villa in the southern suburbs of Jinling.

This neighborhood is a relocation house, which has been built for twenty or thirty years, and looks dilapidated. The room where Zhuang Yan lives is not a shared house, but something similar to an apartment hotel.

However, in fact, it is no different from ordinary rental housing, but the landlord is very economical and has changed the original big house into several small houses of less than ten square meters, and has become a hotel-style one-room form.

The predecessor was withdrawn and not good at communicating with people, so this form of rental housing was very much in line with his heart.

Life is stressful!

Zhuang Yan unconsciously wanted to find a cigarette to smoke, and then remembered that his predecessor was clean and self-conscious, which was very different from him, an old smoker, so there was no cigarette in the room at all, and there was only some change in his hand, which was used to solve the problem of food and clothing in the future, of course, it could not satisfy his other desires.

I didn't have to smoke cigarettes, which was really frustrating.

Go to sleep, fall asleep, don't think about anything, and continue to get up tomorrow and submit your resume.

Zhuang Yan also wanted to open it, fell into bed, and fell asleep after a while.

Maybe it's because he consumed too much energy when he received the memories today, or he was a little disheartened by receiving too many rejection text messages, and he fell asleep surprisingly fast anyway.

Zhuang Yan, who had just fallen asleep, did not really lose consciousness, but found himself in an antique house with a dresser next to it and a woman sitting.

The woman had her back to him, her hair tied in a bun on her head, and she was wearing a dress that looked like a half-length cheongsam.

Zhuang Yan wanted to scream, but he couldn't, he could feel all the sensations in his body, but he couldn't control it.

He could feel the softness of the futon, and he could smell the fragrance in the room, but he couldn't control his body.

Before he could think too much, his own consciousness merged with another consciousness.

The woman sitting in front of the dresser suddenly turned her head, "Fugui, you're awake." ”

Zhuang Yan felt that his consciousness was overwhelmed and completely turned into another consciousness.

Fugui stood up and rubbed his shoulders, "Go get some water to wash my face." ”

Hearing this, the woman went out, and after a while came in with a basin of water, and after washing her face, Fugui put on a white silk garment and wiped her hair smooth and translucent.

"I'm going out. ”

After Fugui finished speaking, he went out without waiting for the woman to answer.

When he walked to the door, his father watched him go out, and sighed, "Son, son." ”

Fugui didn't care, and said with a smile, "Don't worry, my son will glorify his ancestors." ”

Fugui, who went to the city, got into a brothel, found a chubby JN, touched her buttocks, and the two entered the cubicle.

The fat woman walked with two big buttocks like two lanterns hanging in front of the door, dangling around......

Zhuang Yan woke up suddenly, and the window was already bright, but the picture in his mind lingered for a long time.

He now has two consciousnesses, one is the consciousness of himself as a bystander, and the other is the consciousness of Fugui, but he can feel that Fugui's consciousness is slowly fading.

Is it like a puppet life?

Puppet Life is a movie that Zhuang Yan saw in his previous life, the director is Spike who died of poverty, people can travel through time and space into the brain of the famous actor John Malkovich, and experience everything he experienced in fifteen minutes.

Feeling that Fugui's consciousness was slowly fading, Zhuang Yan immediately walked to the computer and turned it on.

After turning on the computer, Zhuang Yan clicked on a website called "Literary and Art World" and entered the interface for editing articles.

This is one of the most frequently visited websites in the world, and it is also the largest literary website in the world, bringing together literature lovers from all over the world, regardless of nationality and language.

People can get noticed by publishing their own articles here.

And now, Zhuang Yan is ready to record Fugui's affairs.

But when recording, Zhuang Yan was faced with a choice, and he had two ways to record, one was to record things from the perspective of a bystander. The other is to record things from the perspective of Fugui.

In the end, Zhuang Yan chose the latter.

Fugui's story, of course Zhuang Yan knows, judging from the experience in the dream, the story should be the plot of Yu Hua's book "Alive". Zhuang Yan had the pleasure of reading it in his previous life, but the specific plot has almost been forgotten.